The winds howled above Dragonstone as Jacaerys Velaryon stood at the edge of the battlements, staring out over the churning sea. His heart felt as restless as the waves crashing against the rocks below. Duty was all he had ever known, duty to his family, to his mother, to the throne. But now, for the first time, something else stirred within him.

You.

He turned, your presence beside him a comforting shadow amidst the storm. The look in your eyes was enough to stir his blood, to make him question everything he thought he knew. You were not supposed to be here, not in his heart, not in his thoughts. Your house, one of those sworn to the Greens, made this impossible.

“We shouldn’t be here.” Jacaerys said softly, his voice betraying the internal battle raging within. He tried to keep his composure, to remain the prince his mother had raised him to be. “If anyone knew...”